After my visit to Canada's Supreme Court, the ultimate authority that deals with issues of national importance, for details see the end of the fairy tale , my priority became to write this fairytale , this tale I remembered having read when I was seven. I remembered most of the characters' names but not mine. I remembered several illustrations and even text that should appear below but as I had not read much text, I knew that this tale was told as history. I knew that the judge had to decide Repi Judgement in reverse but would not say what the witnesses. In fact, I do not know if in another life I created this tale but I tried in vain to find the story. It never entered my mind that I should just transcribe the testimony as they had been held in court. I remembered illustrators because I made an effort to retain them at the first reading .
There was a neighbor, Johane C., easy to remember. Johane has all the characters in the story. Then a girl named Nathalie Desormeaux, She does illustrations but so far she has not participated in the tale. I was reminded of it by associating his name with the three elms which were in the driveway of our way. There was also another illustrator that I also encountered but did not participate in the storytelling. She teaches and is named Lucette Goulet is a professional. There were also Stephane B., it made all the other illustrations of the tales.
Actually I especially remember the name of three daughters. Understand that I remembered this information piecemeal, as and as my memory resurfaced as was the case for trial with the name of Abbot From Sword . For ten years I'll write little bits of my story, very small pieces, almost nothing. I will mainly collect all the illustrations, but one that is not yet in the story which I remember is the intrusion of the author in a dump truck drain to try to recover the photos that fairies had thrown.
The incident has actually happened and I remember the illustration in the story but it is not there yet.
A date to remember, Labor Day in 1997. The year one thousand nine hundred and ninety seven, nine months. The previous day had spread all the illustrations that I had done over the past ten years. I took one and I installing it on the wall exactly where it should be included in the story. It was magical. Much stronger than a hunch or an inspiration, I would say that we m'opérait. Then appeared before me about my artwork, there are over fifty, as they were appear in the story but I still did not know, except a few scraps , the text that there should be between ............ images to follow.
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